<h2><SPAN name="AT_QUEBEC" id="AT_QUEBEC"></SPAN>At Quebec</h2>
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<span class="i0"><span class="letra">Q</span>UEBEC, the grey old city on the hill,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Lies with a golden glory on her head,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Dreaming throughout this hour so fair—so still—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Of other days and all her mighty dead.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The white doves perch upon the cannons grim,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The flowers bloom where once did run a tide<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of crimson, when the moon rose pale and dim<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Above the battlefield so grim and wide.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Methinks within her wakes a mighty glow<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Of pride, of tenderness—her stirring past—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The strife, the valor, of the long ago<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Feels at her heartstrings. Strong, and tall, and vast,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She lies, touched with the sunsets golden grace,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">A wondrous softness on her grey old face.<br/></span></div>
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